The guy would have to veer again or turn back in his direction. Keeping him within sight, Jack slowed down even more.
Suddenly, he heard a loud echoing crack. It was followed by a terrified scream, and then a splash. The lights on the snowmobile aimed toward the sky and disappeared. Another scream … then silence.
“Son of a birch,” Jack whispered. “Son of a bitch.”
Jack looked at the ice beneath him. Not a good way to go, he thought. He instantly turned his snowmobile around and sped away from there as fast as he could. As he headed south, he saw a light in the distance. The fire from the burning cabin was his beacon.
Sophie was getting frantic. Jack had been gone too long. When she heard the hum of a snowmobile, she let out a deep breath. It had to be him, she thought. Had to.
The man she was guarding glared at her. “FBI’s on the way,” she told him, as she shifted from one foot to the other. The heat from the fire warmed her face, but her feet were still freezing. Fire and ice, she thought. It seemed so bizarre to be standing there watching the fire burn and the snow melt, and then instantly refreeze. Crazy. Fire and ice.
Sophie had never been so happy to see anyone. When Jack walked toward her, she wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him, but she restrained herself. He was going to have to help her release her grip on the gun first. She thought her finger might be frozen to the trigger.
After Jack took the gun from her hand, he faced the man on the ground. “Who are you?”
“I need medical attention,” the man yelled. He was actually outraged.
“Who are you?” Jack repeated.
“I need medical—”
Jack kicked his leg. “Who are you?”
The man screamed. “Carter. Dr. Eric Carter. Now get me help.”
“You’re a doctor? Fix yourself.”
Eric sneered. “I’m not that kind of doctor. I’m a Ph.D. in biology.”
“You study the wolves?” Sophie asked.
His gaze turned to Sophie. “All ruined. You’ve ruined everything. Why couldn’t you let it go?”
They heard the drone of a plane’s engine.
“Chipper’s here,” Jack said.
“Why wouldn’t I let what go?” she asked Carter.
“Our test subject. Why wouldn’t you leave it alone? You kept pecking away.”
“You’re talking about William Harrington?” she asked.
“Stupid female. You kept pecking away.”
“What were you testing?” she asked. “What did you do to him?”
He didn’t answer.
“Come on, Sophie,” Jack said. “I’ll put you in the plane and come back for him. You need to get warm.”
Dr. Carter wasn’t going anywhere. Jack got on the snowmobile with Sophie behind him. She rested her face against his back. Jack motioned for Chipper to stay where he was as they drove the snowmobile toward him. He opened the plane door for Sophie, and a burst of warm air poured across her face. Once she was seated in the back, Jack climbed in and shut the door. He didn’t give a damn if Eric had to wait for him in the snow while he got warm. A few minutes wouldn’t kill him.
“Radio the police in Barrow,” he told Chipper and then quickly explained what had happened.
Chipper’s brown eyes got so big that, by the time Jack finished explaining, he looked like a cocker spaniel. “What are you going to do with Carter?” he asked.
“Tie him up and put him with the cargo.”
Once he could face the cold again, Jack headed back to where he’d left Eric Carter. Thinking he saw something moving up ahead, he slowed, and then stopped. The light from the snowmobile was being reflected by a pair of tiny circles. Eyes. Glowing red eyes, watching him. He turned the light and saw the others. Four of them. Wolves standing together about twenty feet from Eric.
Jack heard their hungry growls. He concentrated on the biggest one at the front of the pack. He was huge. His white coat was marked with a dark strip across the back. He stared at Jack, and their gazes locked. As Jack reached for his gun, the wolf turned toward Eric and pounced with lightning speed. His fangs punctured the doctor’s throat before Jack could draw his weapon. The others leapt, and it was too late. Too late to save the man. The wolf he had been watching lifted his head and looked at him again, then continued to feed.
Jack got the hell out of there.
Once he was inside the plane, he could breathe again. “I’ve never seen anything like that,” he said.
“Like what?” Sophie asked.
He shook his head.
“Where’s the doctor?”
“He didn’t make it.”
“He must have bled to death,” she guessed.
“Yeah, he definitely bled out.”
The planes engines drowned out the wolves’ howls.
Jack leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. “Damn,” he whispered. “Damn.”
Sophie tapped his shoulder. “Jack?”
“Hmm?”
“What happened to the man you were chasing?”
He didn’t open his eyes. “He went swimming.”
JOURNAL ENTRY 927
ARCTIC CAMP
William Harrington remained unconscious when we injected the K-74. After placing him in position, we observed off site.
Though confused when he gained consciousness, he was reacting as we had expected: disoriented and frightened.
Our mistake was in failing to factor in all the variables—especially indigenous species.
We observed Harrington’s stress level increase dramatically. He appeared to be terrified, but we could not discern the cause of this reaction because our remote cameras were not picking it up. Harrington’s screams drowned out the sounds. Within minutes a polar bear, the size of which we had never seen, came into view. There was nowhere for him to run or hide. He was no match for the animal.
Test invalidated.
SOPHIE INSISTED ON GOING BACK TO INOOK THE FOLLOWING morning with Jack. She was determined to look at the scientists’ home away from home and, hopefully, find out what Dr. Eric Carter was doing.
FBI agents were on their way from Anchorage, and the police from Barrow had already made a complete sweep of the property.
The bodies in front of the burned cabin—or what was left of them once the wolves had finished—were on their way to the morgue.
Jack had watched them being put into body bags. Eric Carter was unrecognizable. Identification would be made from his fingerprints. Jack stood over the second body and examined his face. He had seen him before, but where? Replaying the events of the last few days in his memory, he came to it. He and Sophie had walked past him on their way to Chipper’s Charter Service. The man had stood outside their hotel and had almost been hit by a truck as he rushed across the street toward his own vehicle. Okay, so the son of a bitch followed them.
Jack had made sure that Sophie stayed away from the gruesome scene at the cabin. He’d argued that she’d been through enough. She was with the police as they searched the four rooms of the scientists’ quarters, and she walked through each one looking for some clue as to why Harrington had come to Alaska. She knew he had been connected with the Alpha Project. She still didn’t know what that was, but she was positive it had something to do with the scientists who ran this facility. What had Eric Carter been afraid she would discover?
There were notebooks full of data, but they all were about the wolves. There were videos as well. The disks were labeled and numbered. The subject of disk one through disk twenty was the alpha male named Ricky. One of the officers put a disk in the player, and several others gathered around to watch Ricky and his pack attack a caribou.
“How were they able to film this without the wolves coming after them?” he asked.
“Look at the jaws on that beast,” another officer said. “I think he could take down a polar bear all by himself.”
Jack joined the group. He saw the wolf and recognized him immediately. As he watched the vid
eo, he felt a strange connection with the animal, probably because he had stared into his eyes and seen the power in him. He also felt a weird sort of fondness for the wolf because he hadn’t attacked him. Scared the hell out of him, but had left him alone.
“He’s magnificent,” an officer remarked. “Think he was one of the wolves that killed the doctor last night?” he asked Jack.
“Yes,” Jack answered but didn’t elaborate. “He was there.”
Sophie sat at the desk in the small room the doctors used as a study, looking through notebooks. Jack checked up on her every few minutes. He’d stop in the doorway and just watch her until she looked up. He’d ask her if she needed anything, and he’d also ask each time if she was ready to go back to Barrow.
She knew he was concerned about her, but couldn’t understand why. She was surrounded by men with guns, and she had her own FBI agent bodyguard.
“Are you worried I’ll read something that will freak me out?” she asked the fourth time he appeared.
“There is that possibility.”
“Oh, please. After yesterday, nothing here will spook me … bore the wool socks off me, but not scare me.”
He smiled. “You don’t like wolves.”
“Yes, I do,” she replied. “But every little detail of their day? Eat, sleep, kill, eat, sleep, kill … repetitious.”
“It’s what they do.”
She nodded. “They were interested in the behavior within the pack. The alpha interested them most, how he controlled the others … family dynamic stuff.” She closed the notebook, put it back on the desk and stood. “I don’t know how these scientists stood it. Day in and day out watching wolves … and in these conditions.” She walked over to him as she asked, “Have they found anything that connects Harrington to the project?”
“Not yet,” he answered. “But they’ve only just started.”
When she looked up at him, he felt a tightness in his chest. She was beautiful, yes, but there was so much more to her. She was loving and trusting and fiercely loyal. He lifted her arms and put them around his neck.
“Guess what I’m gonna do,” he drawled.
She moved into him and pulled his head down toward hers. Then she brushed her lips across his mouth, teasing, tempting. “This?” she asked. She deepened the kiss, rubbing her tongue over his lips. She pulled back and whispered, “Or this?”
Hungry for her now, Jack slanted his mouth over hers and his tongue moved inside. He loved the way she felt pressed against him, and from the way she eagerly responded, he knew she loved it, too. He would have liked nothing better than to rip her clothes off and make love to her now, in this room, but he lifted his head. His breath was shaky.
“This isn’t the time or the place, sweetheart … unless you want to make the six o’clock news.”
One of the officers interrupted. “Your pilot wants to know when—”
Jack didn’t let him finish. “Tell him to start the engines. We’re leaving now.”
A few minutes later, Sophie was all bundled up and heading toward the plane with Jack. The wind had kicked up again, and the short walk was miserable.
“I hate …” Jack began.
She patted his arm. “I know. You hate the cold.”
THE FLIGHT BACK to Barrow was turbulent, but Sophie’s stomach barely complained. After her experiences of the last twenty-four hours, a bumpy ride in a tiny plane was child’s play.
Once back in Barrow, she spent several hours in the police station. She tried to be helpful and apologized over and over again because so many of their questions were left unanswered. Was she ever going to discover what happened to William Harrington?
“I know that Harrington was involved in something he called the Alpha Project. I just don’t know what his role was.”
“How was Harrington connected to the scientists?” one officer asked.
“Bluto.”
“Excuse me?”
She looked at Jack. “You explain.”
“One of the men who attacked us … Sophie met him in Chicago. He was at William Harrington’s apartment, and he told her Harrington had gone to Europe,” he said.
The interrogation continued, and when they’d finally concluded that she had told them everything she knew, she was given the chance to ask them some questions.
“The men who came after Jack and me … who were they?”
“You’ve already named Dr. Eric Carter for us, but we haven’t identified the others yet,” the lead officer answered. “We’re looking for IDs. The FBI will run prints.”
Joe Rooney had been standing by Jack listening intently. He joined the conversation. “As far as we know, there were never more than four scientists at the facility. Besides Carter, there were Dr. Brandon Finch, Dr. Marcus Lemming, and Dr. Kirk Halpern. We’ve spoken to Dr. Lemming and Dr. Halpern. They’re in Chicago, and they swear they didn’t know what Eric Carter was up to. Lemming said Carter often stayed behind after the others had gone home, and he didn’t tell them what he was doing on his own time.”
“Did you speak with the fourth doctor, Brandon Finch? Where is he?” Sophie asked.
“In an urn on his wife’s mantle, I imagine,” Joe said. “He died of a massive heart attack a couple of months ago. Evidently he had a heart condition and didn’t let the others know about it because he was concerned they wouldn’t let him continue his work. Agents will go through Eric Carter’s house and his lab in Chicago. They’ll check out the other doctors, too.”
“What about the man Jack chased on the snowmobile?”
“We haven’t had time yet to get a search team together,” Joe said. “They’re going to have a tough time with the ice shifting.”
“One of those men who died was pretending to be Paul Larson. That’s what I think,” she said. “I wish I had heard their voices.”
“We’ll get some help up here from Anchorage,” Joe assured her. “We should know more in the next few days.”
It had been a very long day by the time the police had finished their questioning. Jack invited the officers to join them for dinner, and most of them took him up on his offer.
The Red Seal Café was packed with customers. When Jack, Sophie, and the policemen walked in, a hush fell over the crowd. The whole town had heard the news of what had happened at Inook, and Sophie felt as though she were a guppy in a fishbowl. There was little doubt that she and Jack were the subject of every conversation at every table.
There was another whale meat special, and Jack decided he would try it again. He shuddered at the first bite.
“You’ve got to keep eating. By the third swallow, you’ll like it,” Joe told him.
Jack could only get two bites down before he gave up. “It must be an acquired taste,” he told the others.
Sophie took the opportunity at dinner to get more information about Barrow. She got up and went to the table next to theirs and asked a father and son if they would mind answering a few questions. By the time Jack was ready to leave, the entire restaurant was crowded around Sophie, helping her with her notes.
“Don’t forget to mention the lack of crime,” one man suggested.
“Until yesterday,” another said.
“Oh, right,” the first man admitted.
Later at the hotel, she sat down at the desk and started writing while Jack made several phone calls. When she had completed her article, she looked at the clock. Two hours had passed. She turned around. Jack, wearing only a pair of shorts, was sitting in bed reading.
She slipped into the bathroom and showered. Wrapped in a towel, she came back to the bedroom and stood beside the bed, waiting. When Jack looked up and smiled, she let the towel drop to the floor. He pulled the covers back so she could slip in next to him. He warmed her body with his and began to kiss her neck.
“Jack …”
“You like this?” he asked as his fingers slid down her chest to her stomach.
She inhaled sharply. “Yes, I do, but tonight is the last …” br />
“Do you like this?”
His hand moved slower, and his fingers were doing magical things to her, robbing her of her thoughts. She knew she wanted to tell him something, but his touch was such a distraction. She gasped, then moaned. Jack leaned up on an elbow to watch her as he stroked her. The warm glint of his eyes made her heart race even more. She couldn’t stand the torment any longer. She pushed him onto his back, straddled him, and then proceeded to drive him out of his mind.
When they both had reached the peak of ecstasy, she collapsed on top of him. She lay there for a long time, content to listen to his heartbeat.
It took Jack a while to control his breath. “Where did you learn … ?” he began.
“I didn’t learn,” she whispered. “It just felt … right.”
Her mind cleared and she remembered what she wanted to tell him. She rolled away, pulled the covers up, and said, “That was the last time we’ll do this.”
“Yeah?” He reached for her. “How come?”
“I’ll be back in Chicago, and I can’t get involved with an FBI agent. I just can’t.”
She thought he would be more understanding, but he wasn’t. He laughed.
“You are involved,” he said.
She’d have to give him that. “Okay, yes, but once we’re home, no more. Jack, you aren’t falling in love with me, are you?”
“Hell no. Absolutely not.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. Good night.”
She had trouble falling asleep. Why hadn’t he asked her if she was falling in love with him?
Maybe because he already knew the answer.
JOURNAL ENTRY 928
ARCTIC CIRCLE
This may be my last entry for a while.
When I began this journal years ago, I had intended to create a personal record of my experiences should I one day want to write a memoir. I never could have imagined the journey it would chronicle.
The Dubai contact is willing to pay the fifty million next month and not wait for further experiments. I wish we could have expanded the testing. I’d especially have liked to try it on female subjects. We might have been able to negotiate another ten million.